Hurting

Someone's taken the boy from your faceTraded your eyes for those that have seenThe shade of your innocence consumed in heat

You put your hands in your pocketsBuried as deep as they will goYou're gonna find a reasonYou won't be at the show

I can see the patternsI can feel the repetition …you’re hurting

Something's perched there on the steepleYou let your eyes follow it awayKick the rocks down the roadThere’s no use to pray

Some days you won't rememberBut most days you can't forgetHow they pulled you from the waterSeparated from the rest“Who makes these rules? Who’s keeping tab?”You’re looking for answersWhere there’s none to be had

I can see the patternsI can feel the repetition …you’re hurting

It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright

Someone's taken the boy from your faceTraded your eyes for those that have seen